Amy Barlow Liberatore… stories of lost years, wild times, mental variety, faith, and lots of jazz

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California Dreamer

I’m here
Made it clear out to the
West Coast
Hair sticky with salt,
sand in my sandals

Beach air so fine
This town is mine for the takin
I’ll break in
Shakin what my mama gave me

No car yet, but I got two wheels
I pedal with my red metal
or skate the eight blocks to work
That’ll pay rent for now

til I find my niche
in the LA club scene
And then, Bub, watch out
No doubt

As sure as this
rock wall will stand
My talent will meet their demand
Singers as common as sand… but I’m here

© 2012 Amy Barlow Liberatore/Sharp Little Pencil
For dverse Patterns, Pictures, and Poems, writing to a photo from their tasty selection.  Photo courtesy of James Rainsford; used with permission via the dverse site.
Also at my poetic cairn, Poets United!

Hello all, from our new digs here in Madison, home base for recalling the governor of Wisconsin; protecting the environment of our state and others; protesting the war in Afghanistan (this includes Veterans for Peace); and sheltering the homeless during the bitter cold that comes and goes.

During my vacation from blogging (and while my computer crashed with one of those “phishing” viruses – I never fall for that), I composed a ditty for my good friend, Buddah Moskowitz, of I Hate Poetry and Virtual Poetry Reading. Thought it would be a nice “dipping of the toe in the poetic waters” to post it here. He’s SO worth it!! Peace, Amy

SILK THREAD (for Moskowitz)

There is a long, silken heartstring
Starts in the Midwest
Stretches to the Coast
(The Left Coast, not the other one)

Connects me with my
brother from another mother
in ways gutty, gutteral, giddy
and good

© 2012 Amy Barlow Liberatore/Sharp Little Pencil

As always, posted at my “nest,” Poets United.